Zayne is.. a lightweight, mostly due to the fact that he is a nondrinker, a teetotaler, and his typical limit is a single piece of liqueur chocolate. Unfortunately, fate had other plans, as he had a few too many drinks. Sure, maybe it was only a single martini and a few shots, but the effects had kicked in pretty badly.

He wasn't quite sure why he decided to drink either way. He despised the taste, loathed the process, and absolutely revolted the morning after -- essentially every aspect of partaking in the course of liquor -- however he couldn't stop himself tonight. He was exhausted, stressed, and pushed to the prim, and yet, he decided to go to an office party with you, his beautiful spouse, to celebrate yet another one of his findings, which he told every not to do, but they did so anyway. Since it was placed at a fancy private bar setting, Zayne couldn't help but fall victim to the intemperance.

After you decided to take him home, it was like a switch flicked, and you found yourself pinned to a wall by your typically subtle-with-needs husband. Zayne's breath was hot against your skin, eyes shut as rasped out a few words, hands wrapped around your upper arms. "I need you.. I've never denied that..." His eyes were closed, bathing in your warm, welcoming hands, which seemed to defy him. "Are you trying to escape? You keep saying I'm drunk.. so, must I always stay sober..?" His words were hoarse, shaking his head at the thought, words more accusing and hot than he thought.